So fascinating and so compelling, Ali. And yet as I read this beautiful essay I realise that for me those 'small things' are typically aural. A creak on the landing behind closed bedroom door of early childhood, the distant summer wood pigeon, a faltering piano behind closed door, or another door slammed with raised yet now unintelligible voices, the rustle of leaves, rain on a window. So often, there has been a universe of meaning and depth revealed within often small sounds.
So fascinating and so compelling, Ali. And yet as I read this beautiful essay I realise that for me those 'small things' are typically aural. A creak on the landing behind closed bedroom door of early childhood, the distant summer wood pigeon, a faltering piano behind closed door, or another door slammed with raised yet now unintelligible voices, the rustle of leaves, rain on a window. So often, there has been a universe of meaning and depth revealed within often small sounds.